The Truth About Dogs, chapter 19
I stepped out of the limo, and stared at the mansion. I swallowed hard, and decided to just go in. It's just a bunch of dogs...What could they do?
I walked inside the mansion, and gasped at what I saw. Not only did that fucking dog have my cat hostage, but it also had my band and family held hostage, too!
"Billie! Billie, oh my god, I'm SO sorry, Bill..." Tre cried as soon as he spotted me.
I ran over to him, "Are you guys alright? Tre, I told you to get a different dog! Where is he?"
Suddenly, I heard a familiar growl behind me. I spun around, and there was Pecker, back fur raised and teeth bared.
"You're going down, mutt," I mumbled manically.
I tried to kick at Pecker, but he grabbed a hold of my shoe, and ripped it off. I glared at him. He glared back.
"Oh my god! Billie Joe! I'm such a big fan!! My name's Shawna!!"
I snapped my head around, and saw a girl standing in the doorway, decked out in Green Day stuff. She started to run over to me.
"Billie! Watch out!" yelled Adrienne.
I turned just as Pecker was about to latch on to my throat. I grabbed the Shawna girl and threw her in front of me. Pecker bit her instead of me. While Pecker was busy wondering who he had bit, I pulled out an Uzi, and shot that fucker from California all the way to Catskill, New York.
Okay not really. Like I would have an Uzi just lying around...No, instead, I kicked him in the head. He yipped, and ran away. No one has seen him since then. I imagine he's hiding out in a hole somewhere, just waiting for the next opportune moment to strike again.
Without their leader, the rest of the dogs gave up, and the world went back to normal...Or as normal as it CAN be.
***
So, that's how I saved the world from the dogs. Pretty cool, huh? Yeah. I know. I am so cool. Afterwards, the President presented me with a medal of honour for the protection of the world.
The fucker spelt my name wrong, and totally didn't even get my last name right... Billy Jo Handstrong...What a fucking idiot!
I'm sure you can imagine what happened next...
Yup...American Idiot.
Oh, and in case you're wondering...My cute-lil-kitty-cat-meow-meow is fine... and so is Mike, Tre, Adie, Joey and Jakob....
Although, I think Shawna died of rabies...Whatever.
THE END!
I walked inside the mansion, and gasped at what I saw. Not only did that fucking dog have my cat hostage, but it also had my band and family held hostage, too!
"Billie! Billie, oh my god, I'm SO sorry, Bill..." Tre cried as soon as he spotted me.
I ran over to him, "Are you guys alright? Tre, I told you to get a different dog! Where is he?"
Suddenly, I heard a familiar growl behind me. I spun around, and there was Pecker, back fur raised and teeth bared.
"You're going down, mutt," I mumbled manically.
I tried to kick at Pecker, but he grabbed a hold of my shoe, and ripped it off. I glared at him. He glared back.
"Oh my god! Billie Joe! I'm such a big fan!! My name's Shawna!!"
I snapped my head around, and saw a girl standing in the doorway, decked out in Green Day stuff. She started to run over to me.
"Billie! Watch out!" yelled Adrienne.
I turned just as Pecker was about to latch on to my throat. I grabbed the Shawna girl and threw her in front of me. Pecker bit her instead of me. While Pecker was busy wondering who he had bit, I pulled out an Uzi, and shot that fucker from California all the way to Catskill, New York.
Okay not really. Like I would have an Uzi just lying around...No, instead, I kicked him in the head. He yipped, and ran away. No one has seen him since then. I imagine he's hiding out in a hole somewhere, just waiting for the next opportune moment to strike again.
Without their leader, the rest of the dogs gave up, and the world went back to normal...Or as normal as it CAN be.
***
So, that's how I saved the world from the dogs. Pretty cool, huh? Yeah. I know. I am so cool. Afterwards, the President presented me with a medal of honour for the protection of the world.
The fucker spelt my name wrong, and totally didn't even get my last name right... Billy Jo Handstrong...What a fucking idiot!
I'm sure you can imagine what happened next...
Yup...American Idiot.
Oh, and in case you're wondering...My cute-lil-kitty-cat-meow-meow is fine... and so is Mike, Tre, Adie, Joey and Jakob....
Although, I think Shawna died of rabies...Whatever.
THE END!
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